Dreaming big in that little outhouse on Dallas Creek

Dreaming big in that little outhouse on Dallas Creek
I’ve always been a dreamer, and I hope that never changes. Sixty-three years ago I was daydreaming in a first grade classroom in Ridgway while the teacher said blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Twelve years later as a high school senior in Montrose, I spent five days a week daydreaming while the teachers said blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I rarely ever carried a book home from school, and when I did,…

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